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The Void
02:42
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Last Breath
Tired bones
Bruised skin
Blood loss from gaped wounds
Death march
Last Breath
Nothingness
Lost hope
Mute voice
Crooked smile of shamed defeat
Wither now
Golden deeds
Man defiled
Fallen the words of silence
Come home
Fear the light
Sleep now
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The Stygian Order
04:54
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Blackness reigns as prophets sing
Damned rejoice on cloven hoof
This is the way
The path of pain
That leads to destroy
Righteous hand is numb
Forgive the fallen
Dying glazed eyes
Exhaled dead soul
Embraced by soil
Adversary
Penance of man is stillborn in tombs
Fork of tongue
Kiss of death
Shrouded veil
Horns of war
Burning, flesh of the pure
Darkness, drowns the light inside
And all that remains, is the gasp of masses.
Rise up. Rise and burn.
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Imperialist
02:28
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The mouths of dead sewn shut.
To place the hand inside.
The strings show signs of wear.
With limbs to place the blame.
Dance of shadow hands.
Control rising.
Acceptance failing.
Willing defeat.
Take the will of man and run.
Suffer
This is not the end.
Cut the string.
Break the fall.
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Utopian Womb
04:52
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Heeding a liars embrace
Solace in the void
Walls begin to fall
Sin creates the belief
Breach through the rift
A true natural death
Blood that's shed. Devours the host. The cancer spreads.
Matron of death, dines with flies.
A warm grave signals the end.
The failed test of this mortal coil, rests now, in a river of blood.
A warm grave signals the end.
Cut out, in her arms. In a blanket of sorrow. Severed ties allow wings to break, and skies will part.
And when all of the veins have been tapped.
And when all the veins been...
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Choke on others remains
To spit it for a time
A snake for the cause
Stench of perfect decay
Awake, the breath of dying souls.
Will, lay this head to sleep.
To fall, an honest heart will bleed.
Beyond, a blank hole stare of night.
Choke on others remains
To spit it for a time
A snake for the cause
Torn, the drone is forced to feed.
Above, the fat ones count the screams.
Now, the clock begins to slow.
Yet, the hunger seems to burn.
Blood of the children
Scars of their makers
Flesh for wasting
Blessed by fire
With raised hands and soft words.
Reach out, land upon deaf ears.
To bow heads and clench teeth.
To place ropes on throats of helpless.
And hang slow by rising sun.
Hang slow
Rising
All for the blood of the children.
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Graven Baltimore, Maryland
Formed in the Summer of 2010. All we really want to do is cave your head in and split your eardrums with our loud toys.
(ex-Swarm Of The Lotus, ex-Burnt By The Sun, ex-Deadlamb, ex-Set The Whore On Fire)
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